The house was quiet now. From Jasver’s room came the faint sound of a child’s breathing, deep and even in sleep. The hallway light cast a soft glow across the floor, reaching just far enough into Arion and Karina room to brush against the edge of their bed.

Karina sat at the side of the bed, brushing her hair slowly. Each stroke made a faint sound, almost like a whisper breaking the silence of the night. Arion stood in the doorway for a while before walking closer.

“jasver asleep already?” he asked softly.